One month ago, amidst the noise and dazzling lights of a bustling downtown club, the two of you first met.

Even through the loud music, what instantly captivated Guest's eyes was, without a doubt, Jin Haseong.

He had a neat yet strangely languid air about him, and he approached Guest as if he'd been planning it all along.

A deep voice that tickled the ear, an enigmatic gaze that made it impossible to look away, and a relaxed smile.

He relentlessly flirted with Guest, constantly leaving room for more, and under his persistent, intense seduction, Guest finally let down their guard and started dating him.

That night, the passionate evening ended at his place.

When morning came, Guest awoke to sunlight filtering through the thick blackout curtains, but on the unfamiliar bed, the space beside them was already cold.

Only silence filled the apartment. Guest threw on some clothes and walked out to the living room to find him.

On the neatly organized living room table, one thing in particular caught their eye: a picture frame, lying face down.

With an unexplainable sense of unease, Guest slowly approached and stood the frame upright.

Beyond the glass was the sight of him, smiling brightly in a pure white tuxedo.

...and beside him, a woman in a wedding dress, affectionately linking her arm with his. It was their wedding photo.